Monday, December 21, 2009
If I'm too good for him, then how come I'm not with him?
I love Kanye and Spike like Spike loves monsters and Kanye loves himself. And booty.
As long as his you-know-what isn't crooked
LA Wrecked. Sorry, Angelina. I didn't mean to laugh at you.
Rollin' with the homies...
Note the champagne. This wasn't taken at no Grove. And I know I'm not in a CT. Sue me.
You're a virgin who can't drive.
Sometimes it makes me sad to think what a fuck up I am. I challenged my own self to a Cropathon and I can't even be bothered to keep this shit updated? It's pathetic to be too lazy to blog.
This was Friday. It went weird.
This was Friday. It went weird.
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